Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Low, artist - Tech N9ne.
Date of issue: 26.10.2009
Song language: English
Low |
How could I be so down at a time like this, when I’m high like this |
When the billboard charts when your major tours overseas when I fly like this |
I’ve be thinking about the people that need me |
They needy and all of the pain that I might miss |
Sooner or later it seeks me reach me then bleed me, deep in the rain inside my |
pit |
I’m goin down now, because my mom frowns |
In a research psychiatric center without her son around |
And I’m deep off in this hole |
When I’m out here rockin shows (they say) |
I SHOULD BE HYPED CUZ MY LIFE IS SO ROCK N ROLL |
But I feel like the Grinch mixed with Ebaneezer Scrooge |
Let the fever ooze up out of me clouded me never eager to |
Let up when I’m in an interview they probably thinkin they gonna hinder dude |
Cuz he be lookin like he might offend the rule |
Never intricate to remember blues |
Because is always right here |
With the henessy and light beer |
Let it enter me and fight fear, yea |
I know I quit but I started back |
The homey called the gat |
And my bodyguard Nicholas jus had a heart attack |
I’m sinking again, I’m drinking again |
Drownin and Wildin you breathin' again |
Is easy to sin when you bleeding within' |
Needin the grin, cheese and recede in the spend |
Lower than low, lower than low |
Thats how I feel in the morning |
Lower than low, lower than low |
That’s how I sound when you callin' |
Lower than low, lower than low |
I’m high but feel like I’m falling |
I’m sorry but I feel lower than low |
My smile is forced |
My style is warped |
Morale is corpse |
Now that my really good pound is torch |
I’m just gone with the wind and I’m home with the gin |
To the dome when I spin |
I’m a zone cause the phone must be roamin again |
Another tone I’m alone now don’t want me to spin |
Time with I’m just mind this |
Might find miss nine missed |
I find my mind in this line dish |
Dine quick not even a second for mindless |
IN A MIDDLE OF A TIME WHEN THE MUSICS FLYIN I’VE DEPLETED MY KINDNESS |
Low like the grasses, low like po folks on grass shit |
I’m so below the casket, ragged pulse up the maggots |
Why do I feel this illness, I’m lookin for somethin to come and kill this a |
little bit |
I got my head in the hills cause the real shit is momma is sufferin takin pills |
with the stillness |
And I feel it |
I cant shake it |
In any case my space is the basement |
I cant erase my embrace of encasement |
I’m chasin hatred my taste not complacin |
So as I go to the flo |
The industry finally opened the door |
But now I’m in the mothafucka all I feel is, low |
I’m sinking again, I’m drinking again |
Drownin and Wildin you breathin' again |
Is Easy to sin when you bleeding within' |
Needin the grin, cheese and recede in the spend |
Lower than low, lower than low |
Thats how I feel in the morning |
Lower than low, lower than low |
That’s how I sound when you callin' |
Lower than low, lower than low |
I’m high but feel like I’m falling |
I’m sorry but I feel lower than low |